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The first thing your hazy mind perceived was a droning intonation that wormed into your ears and sparked fear deep in your soul. That sudden burst of adrenaline quickly cleared the worst of the fog in your head, and your senses came to you in sharp relief.
Your shoulders and wrists ached, and when you struggled, you realized you were laying on a cold stone floor, your hands bound together in front of you. The room smelled of old decay so thickly it coated your tongue, making you want to retch. A violent shiver overtook your body as you realized how cold you were, the sensation sinking deep into your bones. Finally, you pried your eyes open, almost too afraid to face what you’d already surmised was a hellish situation.
A quick glance around the room was all you needed to confirm it was just as bad as you thought. You lay on your side just inside a large circle painted on the roughhewn stone floor of a windowless basement room in what looked like red paint—though you suspected it was something worse. There were symbols and candles decorating the outside of the circle and beyond them stood five figures, their faces shrouded by the hooded cloaks they wore. Together, they chanted in a language you’d never heard before, but the sound of it leaving their tongues inspired a primal kind of fear that made you want to run.
As the chanting grew louder and faster, you realized the group was getting to the end of whatever ritual they were performing. Not wanting to stick around to see what that meant, you scrambled up onto your knees and tried to shuffle backwards—you figured if you at least got outside the circle, you might be safe.
Cold hands gripped your bare shoulders, making you suddenly aware that you were clad in nothing more than a sheer white dress that clung indecently to all of your curves. You’d never seen it before, it wasn’t yours. Before you were able to fully process the extra horror that added to your situation, the hands pushed you forward, sending you sprawling back into the circle of bloody symbols.
Crying out, you caught yourself with your bound hands, the rough stone scraping your skin and making you hiss in pain. Around you, the chanting figures worked themselves up into a frenzy. If you concentrated, you could pick out the voice of the person that had pushed you forward, recognizing him as the man—James something—you’d gone on a date with. The last thing you could remember was dodging his attempt to kiss you, giving him your cheek and awkwardly saying goodnight as you turned to unlock your door. A sweet-smelling cloth had covered your face and everything had gone black.
After you quickly pieced together what must’ve happened, you turned sharply, giving the figure the most brutal glare in your arsenal. You were rewarded when he faltered slightly in his chanting, but it only lasted a moment before he rejoined the group. The voices speaking the demonic language rose in volume and vehemence, reaching a crescendo.
A rumbling began beneath the floor, reverberating through your body, making your bones rattle. You looked around, panic sending sharp spikes of adrenaline through your blood, as the candles began to flicker with the force of an unnatural wind. All of a sudden, the voices cut off, their chanting ended. With a sharp gust of wind, every candle in the basement room guttered out. A scream lodged itself in your throat as the room was plunged into darkness.
The longest moment of your life passed as you waited for your death in the pitch black. Then the candles flickered back to life, flames popping up one by one around the room until it was lit again with their orange glow. When the fear finally cleared enough for you to take stock of your surroundings again, you realized another had joined you in the circle.
From your position on the floor, you had to crane your neck to look up at the new figure. He stood facing you, his body relaxed and stance casual, hands buried in the pockets of black slacks that hugged his long legs and strong thighs. He wore a black sweater that fit snugly over his broad shoulders and chest, the fabric straining just a little on his bulging biceps. From the tips of his expensive-looking black shoes to his sharp outfit, you were surprised to find he wasn’t anything like the monster you expected.
Your shock only grew when your gaze finally made it to his face—and found him staring at you. The man was handsome in a way that could be described as angelic. He was blond and blue-eyed, looking for all the world like the sweet and charming boy-next-door type, but that impression changed the longer you looked at him. His full lips were curved slightly in an amused smirk, and as he looked at you from under thick eyelashes, you glimpsed something dark glittering dangerously in the depths of his ocean eyes. His penetrating stare made you shiver, which had his mouth curving just a tiny bit more, so little you barely noticed the change.
The man looked away, freeing you from the power of his eyes, his expression morphing into a scowl as he looked around the room. When no one spoke, he let out an annoyed sigh, pulling one hand from his pocket and running long fingers through his blond hair, pushing it back from his face. “Get on with it, mortals,” he bit out, clenching his jaw against the anger simmering in his tone. “I can’t do this all day.”
“We beseech you, Steven Grant Rogers, all-powerful demon of the realm below,” the figure to your left intoned in a deep voice you didn’t recognize. The man’s head was bent low, his hands held up in supplication.
A shiver of fear raced down your spine at the name, something about it feeling wrong in your ears. The minute shake of your shoulders caught the attention of the man—the demon—in the circle with you. He tilted his head to the side as his fiery blue eyes raked over your body with such interest, you could’ve sworn you felt it like a physical thing. His gaze trailed down to your pebbled nipples, pronounced through the flimsy dress, and over your hips to your legs. Your skin heated under his scrutiny, a warm ache settling between your thighs and making you squirm slightly in your kneeling position on the floor. In that moment, you didn’t know what you wanted more—him to look away or for him to devour you whole.
Before you could decide, the demon’s attention was diverted by the speaking figure. “We’ve provided you a sacrifice—an innocent—in exchange for our requests,” the man concluded, sweeping his hand in your general direction in a way that was so dismissive you knew you were nothing more than a means to an end for these men.
Your spine stiffened as you bristled at the indignity of your situation and you shot another glare over your shoulder at the man who’d taken you on a date and kidnapped you. “I didn’t kiss you so you make me a sacrifice to a demon!?” you hissed, practically spitting with anger. Rage swirled in your chest and vibrated through your limbs until you were shaking with it.
“Shut the fuck up, whore,” James seethed, his hood falling back enough for you to see his face and confirm it was him. But then he was raising his boot and before you could shield yourself, he kicked you in the back, right between your shoulder blades, sending you sprawling at the demon’s feet.
A cry fell from your lips as your hands and cheek scraped across the roughhewn floor, tearing your skin, stinging pain shooting to your brain. You lay there for a moment, thoughts consumed with what you wished you could do to James—starting with cutting his balls off with a butter knife. You were startled from your violent thoughts by a gentle, but firm touch.
“Let’s get a better look at this pretty little innocent,” the demon said in a deep voice that resonated through your body and shot straight to your core. The way he said the last word, a little bit mocking, made you think he somehow knew everything there was to know about you—he knew about your violent thoughts and your deviant desires. The thought of being known down to your soul was too appealing to resist and you softened in his touch.
The demon—Steve—helped you sit up and guided you back up onto your knees. He manhandled your body into position at his feet, with your knees spread wide as you sat back on your heels, your dress falling between your thighs to hide your most intimate place from the men around the room. Steve pushed your shoulders back so you sat up straight and finally, with an almost tender grip on your chin, tilted your face up to look at him.
You were struck again by his handsomeness, your lips falling open with a little gasp. There was something different about him that you noticed up close. He looked so human it would be easy to mistake him for any other man, but he radiated an otherworldly power that was more obvious the harder you looked. When you paid close attention, you saw the unnatural black edges of Steve’s blue eyes, and the inhuman sharpness of his canine teeth when he smiled. They were so at odds with his almost angelic features, it was like Steve’s handsome face was a mask he wore over the feral demon hiding beneath.
But no matter how long you looked up at the blue-eyed, angelic-looking demon, the fear you knew you should’ve felt failed to materialize. Instead, you wanted to press closer to him, you wanted to succumb to the dominance and power he radiated. Besides, he’d already been much kinder to you than James or any of the other men in the room sacrificing you to a demon for their own gain. As you melted further into Steve’s touch, going pliant in his strong fingers, you couldn’t find it in your heart or mind to fault yourself. You were normally a strong and independent woman, but what a willing sacrifice you were turning out to be.
All the while, Steve tilted your head one way, then the other, inspecting your face and body with blue eyes alight with interest. You weren’t sure what he saw in you, but he grinned. The expression spread across his face slowly, making him drop just a little bit of the calm mask and leaving more of the demon behind. Your core throbbed at the depraved grin on his face, making your eyes widen in surprise at your reaction. Steve’s gaze dropped and that was when you noticed the way your hips were wriggling, seeking something you instinctually knew only he could provide.
“Soon, sweetheart,” Steve promised in a low voice meant just for you, desire flaming hot in his blue eyes as he trailed his thumb over your lower lip. You shivered in his hold as the slit between your legs began to dampen with your own arousal. “Soon.”
With that last word, a murmured promise, Steve straightened and stepped closer to you. His foot edged between your spread knees, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from his body through the flimsy dress you wore and your body swayed into him, leaning into his heat. Steve’s hand slid to the back of your head and he drew you closer until your unblemished cheek was pressed to his muscled thigh. His smell invaded your nose, his scent earthy and intoxicatingly smoky. If not for your bound hands, your arms would’ve circled his leg so you could cling to him. Instead, you pressed your bound hands to his lower thigh while you let yourself sink into the comfort of his dominance as he addressed the room.
“I accept your offering,” Steve said in a louder voice infused with authority as he stared down each of the hooded men in turn. A ripple of excitement went around the room, the greed of those gathered outside the circle a nearly palpable thing. Steve smiled at their reaction, but there was a glint in his eye that no one seemed to notice, like he was savoring their excitement. Beneath your cheek and hands, Steve’s thigh tensed—it was more warning than any of the men got. “But you were sloppy with your summoning circle, so…” Steve trailed off, his voice going from authoritative to casual drawl as he shrugged. The room was deadly quiet as the men processed his words, alarm rising as the hooded men looked around at the circle for their mistake. “Better luck next time.”
With a snap of his fingers, each of the five men surrounding the circle were thrown back by some unnatural force, their bodies hitting the rough stone walls with a sickening cacophony of breaking bones and rending skin. There was silence for a stunned moment before pained groans rose from some of the bodies. You didn’t want to think about what it meant that some of the figures no longer moved.
Looking up at Steve, you caught his satisfied smile before he dropped his gaze to your face. He caressed your injured cheek with the same hand with which he’d snapped his fingers and though you flinched at the slight sting of his calloused fingers on your torn skin, you leaned into the warmth of his touch. Your skin prickled beneath his contact and it took you a moment to realize it wasn’t a natural response to the demon touching you. As he trailed his fingers over your scraped face and hands, you felt your skin knit back together and heal, the pain dissolving along with the tingling feeling. Your mouth fell open as you gazed up at Steve in awe. He smirked at your reaction.
“Would you like to take your revenge, sweetheart?” Steve asked. It took him flicking his gaze behind you, to where you presumed James lay, to understand his question. He may not have read your thoughts of violent revenge, but he’d heard the rage in your voice when you confronted your date with his crime.
Glancing over your shoulder, your gaze immediately found James, laying broken on the ground behind you. His right leg and arm were bent at abnormal angles and his head was bleeding, dripping down the side of his face. Despite James’ injuries, his eyes were bright with anger as he glared daggers at you and the demon.
You wanted to punch your ex-date’s stupid face in, but irrational fear surged inside you when you remembered what had happened the last time you’d gotten close to him. So you fixed your face into a glare of your own, even as you let yourself press closer to Steve, not wanting to leave the protection of his presence. When your fingers dug into Steve’s muscled thigh, clinging to him, the demon chuckled above you.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I can take your revenge for you,” Steve assured you, his voice a mixture of cheer and menace. With another snap of his fingers and a gut-wrenching cracking sound, something happened to James. The man grabbed for his crotch, a high-pitched scream leaving his lips. Steve bent slightly so you could hear him over James’ screams of pain. “He’s never pleased a woman in his life and now he’ll never be able to take pleasure from a woman ever again.”
You let out a sharp intake of breath, staring as your date-turned-kidnapper writhed in pain on the floor of the dingy basement where he’d offered you up as a sacrifice to a demon. Your heart held no sympathy for the man. Instead, brutal glee took flight in your chest, your heart rate kicking up in excitement as you grinned wickedly, relishing the pain James seemed to be suffering.
A chuckle sounded from above you and Steve’s warm palm sliding against your cheek had you wrenching your gaze away from James and turning to look up at the demon. “I like you,” he murmured, almost as if to himself, his blue eyes watching as his thumb traced the curve of your smile. Then his eyes snapped to yours, an unnatural ring of black darkening the edges and making his gaze more intense. “Whaddya say, sweetheart, you wanna be a good girl for daddy?”
In your heart, you knew the question wasn’t as simple as Steve made it seem. A deal with the devil comes with wicked strings, right? You’d be naive to think agreeing wouldn’t lead you down a road straight to hell, but the words ‘good girl’ from the lips of the angelic-looking demon inspired a primal kind of need in your soul—one you didn’t fully understand. In that moment, you wanted nothing more than everything he offered and to give him everything he asked of you. Without bothering to think it through, relying on whatever instincts were driving you, you nodded. “Yes, daddy,” you answered in your sweetest voice, eyes fixed on Steve’s.
In response to your assent, Steve’s eyes darkened, blackness creeping in from the edges, as a devilish grin spread slowly across his face. With his hand not cupping your cheek, Steve snapped his fingers and fixed a glare behind you.
Glancing over your shoulder, you saw a cloth gag had appeared in James’ mouth as tears streamed down the man’s face. His arms were newly bound together with shackles affixed to the stone wall above his head. “Can’t have you passing out on me, Jamie,” Steve mocked, snapping his fingers again.
James’ body went rigid, the tears drying from his eyes and going unnaturally still as he was forced by some supernatural power to keep his stare focused on you and the demon. You didn’t mean to, but you met James’ gaze and when you saw the way fury raged with something like jealousy in his eyes, you pressed closer to Steve. Your cheek rested against his thigh, letting the warmth of him through his soft slacks comfort you.
Steve grinned in sadistic satisfaction, his tone conversational when he spoke. “You offered me an innocent as a sacrifice, Jamie,” Steve said, stroking his hand over your head, smoothing his fingers down your face in a possessive gesture. “Let’s see how filthy this pretty little innocent truly is, huh?”
At that, James tried to struggle, muffled curses silenced by the gag as his throat worked to protest whatever Steve had in mind for you. But the demon paid him no mind, instead using his grip on your head to shift you on your knees, turning your body and his so James had a better view of what was about to happen. Anticipation curled through you, making your thighs and core clench with excitement.
Cupping your face in his hands, Steve guided you to look at him. His gaze was even darker as he stared down at you, the blackness eclipsing the whites of his eyes, leaving a ring of blue shining through. Even with his unnatural eyes, the beauty of Steve’s face was a sight to behold, making you draw in a sharp breath as wetness gathered on your lower lips.
“Take my cock out, sweetheart,” Steve ordered. The thread of steely command in his voice spurred something in your core that had you squirming a little on your knees as you eagerly did as he said.
With your hands still bound in front of you by rough rope, you reached for the front of Steve’s slacks, fingers fumbling in your impatience. Finally, you managed to get them open and pulled down the zipper, finding him bare beneath. You reached into his pants and pulled out Steve’s cock reverently. A small gasp fell from your lips at the sheer size of him.
Despite James claiming you to be an innocent, you’d been with men before—but Steve was the biggest by far. His cock was longer and thicker than any you’d seen in person, a wide shaft lined with thick veins led up to a broad mushroom tip, precum already leaking from the slit on top. For the first time, a trickle of fear wormed its way into your stomach at the idea of taking him in any of your holes, but you pushed it aside, remembering your promise to be Steve’s good girl. At the very least, you’d try your best.
Your hands circled around Steve’s girth, taking his hard cock in your soft palms and stroking him. His dick twitched and throbbed under your touch, the length so close to your face you could smell him—like smoke and musk. Without you noticing, your lips fell open, saliva pooling in your mouth as you were struck by the thought of how good it’d feel to wrap your lips around him and how good he’d taste on your tongue.
“Looks like you found me a hungry little cockslut, Jamie,” Steve said, a dark kind of approval in his voice as his eyes stayed fixed on your face, watching every needy expression flicker across your features. “Did you know she was so hungry for cock she’d start drooling?” he asked in an almost conversational tone, though there was an edge of need in it. Without waiting for an answer, Steve went on, answering for the man. “No, of course you didn’t.”
The way Steve spoke about you had wetness soaking your slit, making you suddenly aware of the fact that James and his fellow demon-worshipping zelots hadn’t thought to include—or had purposefully omitted—panties in your sacrificial outfit. Ignoring the horror of what that meant, you focused on discreetly trying to bring your knees together so you could press your thighs closed against the ache in your core. But Steve’s foot stopped you, the toe of his shoe tapping against your knees to keep them spread. A whine tumbled out of you before you could stop it.
“Aw, sweetheart,” Steve said in a sweetly mocking tone, thumb caressing your cheek as he looked at you with fake pity on his face. “Need daddy’s cock?”
It wasn’t exactly what you wanted, but it was what you needed, so you nodded eagerly. You tried to dip your head forward to lick the head of his dick, but Steve grabbed the back of your neck and yanked you back none-too-gently. His roughness shot straight to your clit, making your pussy throb.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he tutted reproachfully, tilting your head all the way back so you had to look up at him. “You can do better than that—beg daddy like a good little cockslut—loud enough for Jamie to hear.”
Running your tongue over your lips to wet them, you tried to gather your thoughts enough to speak. When Steve gave your neck a sharp squeeze, the spark of pain going directly to your pussy and making you spasm in need, it was enough to loosen your tongue. “Please, daddy,” you gasped out, voice ragged with need. “Please let me suck your cock—please, please, please fuck my face until I’m gagging on your dick, use my mouth as your own personal fuckhole,” you begged shamelessly, words dirtier than you’d ever spoken in your life tumbling past your eager lips. Your eyes were wide and pleading as you stared up into the demon’s angelic face.
Steve let out a harsh exhale and cursed under his breath, “Fuck.” His other hand joined the first on the back of your head and he used his grip to guide your lips to his cock. “That’s my good fucking girl,” he praised, the words inspiring pride to bloom in your chest. “Open wide,” he ordered and when you did, he pushed the tip of his cock into your mouth.
You swirled your tongue around the head of his dick, licking his precum from the tip and moaning at the taste of him—exactly as smoky and musky as he’d smelled. The vibrations from your mouth and the way your tongue worked against the slit in his cockhead dragged a tortured groan from the demon.
“Her mouth feels so fucking good, Jamie,” Steve rasped from above you. “So warm and wet for me—it’s almost a shame you’ll never feel anything this good,” he said cruelly. When you glanced up from under your lashes, you caught the vicious grin Steve shot toward the shackled man.
The way Steve taunted James while the demon’s cock rested heavy and hot on your tongue made you squirm, the dampness at the juncture of your thighs growing. Between Steve’s cock, the degrading things he said about you in a sweet tone, and his determination to torture James, you were in danger of dripping onto the cold stone floor. Your inner walls clenched at the filthy thought but Steve distracted you.
“Ready, sweetheart?” Steve asked in a gentler tone than the one he used to speak to James. Your gaze flicked back up to his and you nodded as well as you could. He smiled affectionately down at you. In a lower voice, meant for only you to hear, he instructed, “If you need me to stop, just pinch my thigh, understand?”
You nodded again, squeezing his thigh in your hands to show you understood, then licking his cockhead for good measure as you smiled up at the demon around his dick. All you felt was eagerness to take more of him, to feel Steve use your mouth for his pleasure.
The demon groaned, low and loud, the sound ricocheting off the stone walls. “Shit, I’m gonna ruin you so fucking good, sweetheart,” Steve promised clenching his jaw in restraint. In the next moment, Steve thrust inside your mouth, his thick cock stretching your lips to their limit as you felt him slide along your tongue. The tip of his dick bumped against the back of your throat, but the demon didn’t stop, pressing deeper and making you gag.
“That’s it,” Steve grunted. “Swallow daddy’s cock like a good little slut,” he urged as he shoved himself even deeper into your throat until your nose was pressed up against his pubic bone.
You tried to relax your throat and get used to his thickness stretching you out. Tears streamed down your face as you struggled, saliva leaking out of your lips and down your chin. Through bleary eyes, you saw Steve staring down at you.
“Fuck, you look so pretty choking on my dick,” he said, then turned to look at James. “Doesn’t she look so pretty, Jamie?” he asked in that cruel tone of his, remorse nowhere to be found in the demon’s sadistic grin. Steve shifted more to the side so James could see your nose pressed into the demon’s skin, proof you’d taken his entire length. “Can you see my cock bulging through her throat?”
You swallowed reflexively, the muscles of your throat squeezing Steve’s cock and making him groan loudly. The sounds of the demon’s pleasure had something primal and feral rising up in you. He sounded like a man possessed—and you realized if that were true, you were the one possessing him. You held his cock in your mouth and his pleasure in your hands, and it occurred to you that maybe the deal with the devil had come with strings for both of you. You’d given yourself to Steve, but maybe he’d given a part of himself to you, too.
The realization renewed your sense of purpose to be a good girl for Steve, and you used your wild need to own him as much as he owned you to put even more effort into pleasuring the demon. Your tongue slid along his length in your mouth, your lips tightening around the base of his cock and sucking hard, as if trying to suck his soul—or whatever demons possessed—out of him through his dick.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Steve cursed, pulling his cock from your lips with a loud pop. His dick was soaking wet with your saliva as he gripped the base and rubbed his hardness all over your mouth and cheeks. “Greedy little cockslut,” he gritted out, his precum mixed with your drool and tears, making a mess of your face. Using his grip on his cock, he smacked you against the cheek with his heavy length.
Every soft hit of Steve’s cock made a lewd smacking sound thanks to the wetness covering him and your cheeks. Your lips curled up into a smile at the way the demon degraded you, your brain fuzzy with need and unable to think about anything except how much of a depraved little slut you were. You knew you made a wicked sight, kneeling at a demon’s feet and letting him ruin you, and you accepted it with a smile.
“Good girl,” Steve praised as you sat perfectly still for him while he covered your face in a mixture of your own spit and tears and his precum. He gripped your face in one strong hand, fingers digging into both cheeks and making your eyes pop open—you hadn’t realized you’d closed them. He pulled his cock away and bent over your kneeling body. “Open,” he ordered, his face hovering over yours.
You were unsure of what he was going to do, but opened your mouth obediently anyway. As soon as you did, Steve pursed his lips and spit in your mouth harshly. You flinched a little, but then warmth settled through you as his spit slid down your throat, the sensation making you feel dirtier and more depraved, causing wetness to drip from your soaking little slit. “Thank you, daddy,” you murmured, opening your mouth wider in a silent plea for more.
Steve’s eyes widened just a little and, before your hooded eyes, his blue irises were swallowed by darkness. His gaze darkened to two black pools of sin and, if you weren’t mistaken, there was possessiveness swirling in their depths. “Daddy’s gonna ruin you, sweetheart,” Steve promised in a darkly commanding voice before straightening and sliding a possessive hand to the back of your head. “Daddy’s gonna own you.”
Trying not to pout at being denied Steve spitting in your mouth a second time, you nodded as much as you could in his grasp. “Please!” The one word was all you could manage to gasp out before he was gripping your jaw and forcing your lips open again.
That devilish grin spread across Steve’s face as he gripped his cock and smacked it on your tongue then rubbed the tip around your lips, making you messier. His gaze was transfixed on the sight of his cock teasing your mouth, but a strangled shout from the back of the room pulled his attention away. Steve glanced at James, who was still watching the show, jealousy and fury in his eyes.
Steve laughed loudly at the man, knowing James had wanted you for himself and was now being forced to watch you take a demon’s cock—without any of the benefits of giving you up as a sacrifice. “She’s a lot less innocent than your buddy let on, isn’t she, Jamie?” Steve asked in a conversational tone, like he was asking about the weather, but his voice was hoarser than it had been.
Pride curled around your heart at the knowledge that you’d made him sound like that. The demon may have been using your body for his own pleasure, but you’d given it to him willingly—you were a willing sacrifice. And he was affected by you enough for it to leak into his voice. The corners of your mouth curled up in a proud smile.
“Don’t worry,” Steve shot a mocking wink at the shackled man. “I like ‘em less than innocent.” Steve turned back to you and shoved his cock in your mouth, making you gag and choke on the unexpected intrusion, but his rough treatment only served to make you wetter. “I like ‘em desperate and cock hungry and so fucking willing they’ll do anything for some demon dick.” When he winked at you, it was more playful, the grin on his lips more fond than cruel.
The way Steve used you and degraded you, but still made you feel cherished had you succumbing more easily to the onslaught of his cock. You were already determined to be a good girl for him and the way he treated you made it so much easier. You relaxed for him, your throat unclenching and letting him slide deeper.
Steve felt you submit to him and began fucking your face in earnest, pulling out until just the tip was inside your lips, then shoving deep into your throat. Your eyes watered as you still gagged on him, tears spilling over and mixing with the spit and precum on your cheeks. Adding to the mess, drool overflowed your lips and dripped down your chin to your chest, sliding between your tits.
Unbeknownst to the two men because it was hidden beneath your dess, your pussy leaked and dripped onto the floor, your wetness pooling obscenely between your spread thighs. You reveled in Steve using your mouth for his pleasure, fucking you brutally without care. You never even dreamed of using the safe sign he’d given you—you were enjoying yourself too much.
“Good girl,” Steve grunted above you, his chest heaving with heavy breaths. “Taking my cock so well, such a perfect little cockslut for daddy.”
The praise made you moan, sending vibrations through Steve’s cock and wrenching a loud groan from him. You licked and sucked on his cock as best you could while he fucked your mouth, trying as hard as you could to worship the demon with your lips and tongue. His black gaze blazed as he stared down at you, his breath sawing in and out of his chest.
“Oh fuck, sweetheart, fuck,” he cursed, pushing your head down on his cock and making you choke around his girth, your nose pressed so tightly against his skin you could barely breathe. “You’re gonna make me come, you little slut,” he hissed, sounding angry at the possibility.
Your chest heaved as you tried to breathe through your nose even as it was pressed into Steve’s warm skin, his musky smoky scent consuming your senses. Fuzziness invaded your brain, whether from the way he overpowered and consumed you or from a lack of oxygen, you couldn’t be sure. In your throat, you felt Steve’s cock twitch and you moaned mindlessly.
The feel of you moaning on his cock must’ve been the tipping point for Steve because, with a sharp curse—“FUCK!”—his cock throbbed hard and you felt him spilling himself down your throat. He groaned loudly as spurt after spurt shot from his cock and coated your insides. You swallowed it all down, the tightening of your throat milking his come from his cock.
Steve breathed heavily for a few moments, his cock softening just a little in your mouth. The girth and length of him still filled you full, but didn’t stretch you to the brink of discomfort. Finally, he pulled you off his cock and hauled you to your feet.
Before you could get your bearings, your head dizzy by suddenly standing up after being on your knees for so long, Steve’s lips descended on yours in a bruising, possessive kiss. His tongue licked into your mouth, tasting his own release and groaning into you. Your body came alive at the sound, alight with the feel of his mouth on you, his tongue tangling with yours. With your bound hands, you gripped his soft sweater desperately, holding him as close as you could with your arms trapped between your bodies.
When you felt like you might faint from a lack of oxygen, Steve pulled away, pressing his forehead to yours and breathing harshly against your lips. His all-black eyes flickered open and took in your face. You weren’t sure what he saw, but you had a feeling your expression reflected the swirl of awe and satisfaction and need that was churning in your body.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’m not anywhere near done with you,” he said, a promise in his tone. He eased you back enough to take your bound wrists in one of his hands, but something caught his attention. Steve edged you to the side and bent down, looking at something on the floor.
You were still so delirious from getting face-fucked by a demon and then being kissed senseless that it took you a moment to figure out what he was looking at. Shifting on your feet, heat rushed to your face. You’d had the demon’s cock all the way down your throat, but you were suddenly shy about the small spot of slick you’d left behind.
“Did you…” Steve trailed off as he looked back at you. The guilt on your face was a dead giveaway and his eyes widened slightly before his expression morphed into one of pure glee. “You got so wet from sucking my cock, you and your needy pussy made a mess all over the floor, didn’t you?” he asked, even though he already knew the answer.
Unable to meet his eyes, you nodded while staring at his chin. But Steve wouldn’t let you get away with that. He gripped your chin firmly and tilted your face up.
“And here I thought you were some kind of innocent,” he said mockingly, making you squirm in his grip, but you knew better than to protest when he was right. “You’re a shameless, wicked, depraved little slut, aren’t you sweetheart?” he asked, his words more command than question.
“Yes, daddy,” you whispered, feeling your face heat even further. But even the little bit of shame you felt had warmth curling through your body and settling heavily in your core as more arousal leaked from your slit.
“Good thing I came along then, huh?” he asked, one side of his mouth tilting up into a lopsided grin. “You’re such a filthy girl, only a demon could fuck you properly, isn’t that right?” His black eyes were heated with something heady like desire, but more all-consuming—and you wanted to be consumed by him.
His words made your pussy throb, and you pressed your legs together to try to relieve some of the ache, but you only succeeded in making a mess of your upper thighs. Thankfully, they were hidden beneath your dress. “Yes, daddy,” you answered again, your voice breathless with need.
A pained groan sounded from the back of the room and Steve’s face darkened into a glower at being reminded of your ex-date’s presence. The demon spun your bodies until you both stood facing James’ broken and battered body, your back to Steve’s chest. He wrapped one arm possessively around your waist, the other hand circling your throat, holding you steady with his strong grip.
“Go on and tell Jamie what you are, sweetheart,” Steve urged and you could hear the cruel smile in his voice. His broad chest felt solid at your back and it gave you the confidence to do as he said.
“I’m a filthy little slut who needs a demon to satisfy me,” you said, your voice ringing loud and clear in the small basement room. You stood tall and held James’ gaze with your own, knowing he had no more power over you.
Steve pressed a kiss to your temple and your eyes fluttered closed at the sweet gesture. “Good girl,” he murmured in your ear before returning his attention to James. “You don’t get to watch this next part, Jamie,” Steve said in a conversational tone. “But rest assured I’ll satisfy her much better than you ever could have—even before your little…mishap.” He took his hand off your throat for a moment to gesture indifferently at the general area of James’ groin, the move so disrespectful it made you snicker.
James yelled through the gag, clearly trying to force words past it, but Steve ignored him. The tightening of his arm around your waist was your only warning before, with a snap of his fingers, Steve whisked you away from the cold, dank room of the ritual. Wind rushed through your ears and your stomach bottomed out, but the sensations only lasted a fleeting moment before your feet returned to solid ground.
Opening your eyes, you barely had time to take in your surroundings—a rustic, masculine bedroom decorated in browns and grays—before you were tossed onto a big, soft bed. In your shock, as your brain tried to comprehend you’d been teleported by a demon, you barely noticed what Steve was doing with your body.
He manhandled you into the spot on the bed where he wanted you and used his abilities to remove the coarse rope James and his friends had bound your wrists with. It was replaced by softer, smoother rope that didn’t irritate your skin.
That was the first thing you registered when Steve finally finished what he’d been doing in the flurry of movement and snapping fingers you hadn’t paid close attention to. The second was the position he’d put you in. Your wrists were bound together and anchored above your head, while your ankles were tied to either side of the headboard. The end result was your body was folded in half, your thighs open and pussy on display.
It was only then that you noticed your dress was gone, every inch of you exposed to the depthless black eyes of the demon sitting on his haunches at the foot of the bed. His gaze raked over your body, indulging in his first chance to look his fill of your soft skin and smooth curves. The look in his black eyes was hungry and possessive and your core clenched in response.
“Are the ropes too tight?” he asked, his full lips quirked up in a smirk as he prowled closer on the bed.
For a moment you could only wonder how you’d ever thought this demon’s face had looked angelic when his black eyes and arrogant smirk promised nothing but depravity and sin. Even so, the fear you’d been expecting since Steve had first been summoned still eluded you. In fact, your pussy dripped even more for the hellish creature staring at you like he wanted to devour you whole.
His gaze was so intense, it took you a moment to remember he’d asked you a question. You took stock of your wrists and ankles, but they’d been tied expertly—not too tight or too loose. You even pulled on them to see how much give you had, and it wasn’t much but that was good. “No, daddy,” you answered. “They feel OK.”
“Good girl,” Steve praised, gifting you a satisfied smile that made your heart squeeze, but you were distracted from the feeling by him shifting up onto his knees. The demon pulled his sweater over his head and threw it to the side as he moved up the bed toward your body.
Your eyes trailed greedily down his chest, taking in all the smooth golden skin covering his tight muscles. Your fingers clenched into fists to stave off the need to touch him. You wanted to know if he felt as good as he looked. If you looked any longer, you were worried your tongue would loll out of your mouth and you’d start panting over the demon—though you couldn’t fault yourself, he looked perfect.
Steve settled close to you, with his thighs cradling your ass. His cock was still free from his slacks and, as you watched, he shoved his pants halfway down his legs, giving you your first glimpse of his muscled thighs. Every bit of the demon made your mouth water with the urge to kiss and lick him—you desperately craved to know if every inch of his skin tasted just as smoky and musky as his cock.
“Your safe word is absolution,” Steve said, his voice serious and finally your gaze returned to his face. His black eyes and sharp teeth were a contrast to his handsome, angelic features, making him look otherworldly beautiful. You were so caught up in staring at him you almost didn’t catch what he said. “Use it if you want me to stop at any point, understand?”
You nodded. “Yes, I understand,” you said, trying to match the seriousness of his tone but there was an underlying current of desperation in your voice. Just laying there, tied up and spread open for him, was enough to keep your arousal stoked at a permanent, simmering heat.
“Repeat it to me.” His order was gruff as his hands made contact with the sensitive skin of your thighs, nearly drawing a breathy moan from your mouth, but you bit hard into your lower lip in a meager attempt to hide your need. When his palms groped your tits, fingers digging harshly into your skin, though, you tossed your head back into the pillows, eyes rolling back at the sharp need his touch sent rocketing through your body.
Already, your breath was coming faster, just at the roughness of his hands as they gripped your tits and kneaded your soft flesh. “Absolution,” you said obediently on a gasp.
“Good girl,” Steve rasped, his voice strained with need. His fingers plucked at your nipples, teasing them into straining points before he bent over and sucked one into his mouth. He bit the tip, wrenching a strangled cry from your lips, before moving to the other and giving it the same treatment. When you bucked your hips up to grind your core against his abs, he chuckled against your skin and sat up. His hands trailed down to your center, gripping your thighs and spreading you open for him. “Now let’s see how wet this slutty little pussy got while sucking daddy’s cock,” he murmured.
The flat of Steve’s fingers slid across your drenched folds, making both of you groan loudly. For a moment, it drowned out the wet sounds Steve’s fingers made as he rubbed your juices around your pussy lips, spreading your arousal all over your swollen slit. His fingers grazed your clit, and the burst of pleasure made you cry out, your hips bucking as you sought more of that contact.
“So wet, sweetheart,” Steve praised on a harsh exhale. “S’like you were made for me—made to take my cock in your perfect little cunt.” His gaze was focused between your thighs and his voice sounded distracted, like he was mesmerized by your pussy. You suspected the way he looked in that moment, a mixture of awe and greed in his black eyes, was similar to how you’d looked at him when he’d taken his sweater off.
But his touches weren’t enough for you as he purposefully avoided your clit and remained intent on spreading your wetness all over you folds. Your hips writhing since they were the only part of your body you could move in your binds, and you whined, begging wordlessly for more. As he rubbed, your inner walls clenched pitifully around nothing, making you whine louder. With how mindless you were with need, you didn’t notice what Steve was doing when he pulled his hand away, but in the next moment, you learned.
Steve’s palm came down swiftly and delivered a sharp slap to your pussy. Your eyes widened as your body clenched tight and your cunt spasmed hard in response to the electric shot of pain that surged through your body, devolving into molten pleasure. You moaned loudly as your body relaxed, making the demon chuckle.
“Does my dirty little innocent like getting her pussy slapped?” he asked in a mockingly sweet tone. Still reeling from the pleasure-pain sparking through your body, your mouth tried and failed to form words so you settled on catching Steve’s eye and nodding, your hips bucking up for more. But his face was contorted in an expression of fake pity. “Use your words sweetheart,” he ordered.
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes,” you chanted in the same rhythm as your hips bucked against his thighs. Your eyes were wide and pleading, begging him for more.
A devious grin spread across Steve’s face. “Good girl,” he purred, right before he brought his hand down on your pussy in another smack. But he didn’t stop there, delivering slap after slap to your needy pussy, the wet sounds of his palm smacking your dripping folds loud and lewd.
Thrashing your head side to side, you were overwhelmed with the feelings surging through your body. Impossibly, your pussy got wetter from Steve’s rough treatment, the sounds of him smacking your swollen lower lips only getting louder and more obscene. On one particular strike, Steve’s fingers slapped your clit, making you cry out and pull against the rope restraints as your inner walls clenched hard.
“Did ya like that?” Steve asked in a gruff voice, his fingers rubbing your pussy and soothing the sting just a little.
Your whole pussy throbbed and you realized you were careening toward the edge of your release. “Again!” you cried out and Steve was all too happy to give you what you wanted, slapping your clit over and over again until you could feel your heartbeat in the sensitive little bundle of nerves. The rough treatment, the mixture of pleasure and pain, was so much and so good, your mouth open in an endless, soundless moan.
Steve watched your face, greedily drinking in your reactions while his other hand lazily pumped his cock. “You’re a filthy little slut, aren’t you?” he asked, awe coloring his gruff tone. Before you could answer, he continued. “You love it when daddy slaps your pussy and your clit, don’t you?”
“Yes, daddy!” you cried out, unable to lie to him with how on edge you were. But a deeper part of your brain realized you were unwilling to lie to Steve—you wanted him to know the truth about just how filthy you could be for him. You wanted him to know so he could use it against you in the way he talked to you, his degrading words driving your pleasure higher.
Tilting his head to the side, an evil smirk curled the demon’s lips. “D’you wanna see if you can come from just me slapping your clit, sweetheart?” he asked, the sweetness of his tone belying his dirty, depraved words.
“Oh god—” you tried to say on a moan, but Steve shoved two fingers in your mouth before you could finish saying the word. Your tongue licked at them, tasting yourself while you stared up into Steve’s face. His blond brows were pulled down in something like anger as his black eyes swirled with seriousness.
“You don’t say his name when you’re with me, do you understand?” Steve asked through a clenched jaw, which ticked in annoyance as you watched. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth so you could answer.
“Yes,” you answered in a soft whisper. “I’m sorry.” Your apology tumbled past your lips before you could examine why exactly you didn’t want the demon to be angry or annoyed with you.
All anger and irritation drained from Steve’s face as he caressed your cheek. “It’s OK, sweetheart, I wanna hear all your pretty little sounds of pleasure—just not that name,” he explained in a gentler tone, affection in his gaze.
“OK daddy,” you said, turning your head so you could press a kiss to Steve’s palm.
Steve took a deep breath, centering himself. “Remind me of your safe word,” he ordered in a calm voice.
“Absolution,” you recited, unable to stop yourself from smiling up at him.
“That’s my girl,” Steve murmured, bending down and kissing you sweetly. When he pulled away, you whined softly, wanting to keep him close, but his hand was back on your pussy, rubbing you slowly, and it distracted you. Steve’s fingers dipped between your sopping wet folds to tease your empty hole. In no time at all, he worked you back up into a panting mess, your mouth open on a silent moan as your hips writhed under his touch.
“Whaddya say, sweetheart,” Steve started, a charmingly evil grin on his lips as he spread your wetness all over your pussy, his fingers making slick sounds against your swollen flesh. “Still wanna see if I can make you come just from slapping your clit?”
“Oh daddy, yes!” you cried out, mindlessly bucking your hips as you threw your head back into the pillows.
“That’s my good little slut,” Steve praised in a growly voice just before his hand smacked your pussy, his fingers coming down sharply on your clit.
The sting radiated through your body, your arms and legs jerking against your restraints. The mix of pleasure and pain was overwhelming, taking your breath away so that all you could manage were choked gasps and broken moans. Steve alternated between slapping your pussy then your clit, no rhythm or pattern that you could discern. But as your pussy lips grew more sensitive from his rough treatment, you felt each slap more and more brutally, the pleasure and pain tangling up inside your body to the point that you couldn’t tell the difference between them.
“Daddy, daddy, daddy,” you begged mindlessly, not even sure what you were pleading for, just knowing Steve was the only one who could give it to you. His chuckle was a rumble in his chest somewhere above you. You were too far gone—too close to the edge of your release—to know whether you were flying or falling.
“So braindead from daddy slapping your pretty little cunt, huh sweetheart? I haven’t even put my cock in you yet,” he said in a chastising tone, though there was no real heat to it. He delivered a particularly sharp smack to your clit and you cried out. Your pussy clenched hard in a sign that you were about to come. Steve read your body easily, rubbing your clit ruthlessly before slapping the over-sensitized nub again.
The shock of pain-pleasure sent you careening over the edge and you screamed as you came apart just from his rough treatment. Your body writhed hard, fighting against the ropes holding you tied down, as your orgasm swept over you like a wave, your pussy clamping down pathetically around nothing. But the pleasure quickly ebbed, your sounds fading to desperate whimpers as you realized he’d only taken the edge off your desire, but left you needing more—you needed Steve’s cock.
The demon grinned devilishly down at you as you whined for him, his black eyes amused. “I made you come, what more do you want?” he asked in fake offense. When you let out an indignant little whine, a distant part of your brain reminding you he promised to satisfy you, he just shook his head and tutted at you. “If you want my cock, you’re going to have to beg me like the filthy little slut I know you are.”
“Please, daddy,” you begged as you panted beneath him, the pleading words tumbling out of your mouth as if they were desperate to escape. “Please fuck me with your big demon dick, fuck me so hard it hurts.” You sucked in a breath at the way Steve’s eyes glittered as he watched you beg for him. “Please, please, please daddy, I need your cock so bad,” you begged shamelessly.
“Good girl,” Steve growled, sitting up on his knees and sliding his cock between your pussy lips, teasing your hole and your sensitive clit. “You beg so sweetly, cockslut, I don’t know what I like more—when you whine for me or when you beg for me.”
Steve’s cock was hot and hard against your swollen, aching pussy, the slide of him so much a tease that you squirmed and whimpered with desperation. You needed his cock so badly you thought you might die if he didn’t give it to you. “Please, daddy,” you sobbed, so frustrated and needy that tears leaked from your eyes.
“Fuck,” the demon cursed harshly, holding himself still for a moment as he stared down at your face. Then he bent forward and kissed the corner of each of your eyes, licking up your tears in the process. “You’re crying for my cock, sweetheart? You need it that badly?” he asked, something like shock in his tone, but you were too far gone to identify it.
“Yes,” you sobbed as more tears fell from your eyes. In the distant recesses of your lust-soaked mind, you recognized you’d never acted like such a wanton slut in your life—no human man had ever been able to drive you to the point of crying for their cock. And that same part of your mind realized this demon had awakened something you, a feral kind of desire that seemed to match his own. You liked it. You wanted to be a wanton slut for Steve, you wanted to be his good girl, you wanted to be his everything. Because, you realized, he had quickly become your everything.
Your voice was ragged and breathless as you begged for him, “Need you, daddy, need you—need your cock, need you to fuck me, please!”
Steve hovered above you, his black eyes like a turbulent midnight storm as emotions swirled while he stared into your eyes as if he could read each and every one of your thoughts. He licked up your tears, his face taut with barely leashed restraint. As you watched, he seemed to come to a decision of his own.
“You messed up, sweetheart,” Steve said in a strained voice and the warning made your heart beat faster for a moment, unsure what he meant. “I was going to let you go when I was done with you, but now?” He looked down at where his thick cock was teasing your entrance, using his thumb to press the tip of his dick into your little hole. The demon groaned as your tight heat enveloped him and he pushed deeper, stretching you open with his cock, unable to stop himself to give you time to adjust. “Fuck. Now I’m never letting you go—you’re gonna be my good girl for-fucking-ever,” he bit out with a vicious snarl as he buried himself to the hilt.
“Daddy!” you cried out. Even with how wet you were, your pussy was forced to stretch around his thick length, the burning pain mixing with the pleasure of his cock rubbing against your inner walls and making you lightheaded. Moans tumbled from your lips unbidden.
“That’s it, sweetheart, take daddy’s unholy cock,” Steve growled, his voice low and dark as he bent over you. He captured your lips in a fierce kiss, possessing your mouth as easily as he did the rest of your body. You panted against his lips, straining against your bonds, wishing you could touch him. Instead, you nipped at his lips, kissing him just as fiercely as he kissed you. “Let me ruin you, let me own you,” he hissed, his hips snapping against yours with brutal thrusts as he fucked you hard, making it hurt like you’d asked him to.
“Yes, daddy, yes, yes yes,” you chanted mindlessly, your pussy and heart throbbing at his words. There was no filter left between your brain and your mouth and everything you’d thought tumbled out. “Want to be yours, all yours, forever, daddy, make me yours!”
Steve bit out a curse, “Fuck,” before ducking down to kiss and lick your nipples. You cried out when he bit and sucked one nipple into his mouth, the sound fading into a moan when he did the same to the other. Steve let your tit fall from his mouth with a soft pop, moving so his face hovered over yours.
Your eyes were slits as you stared up at him, barely able to keep them open with how good he fucked you. But the way he stared into your eyes like he was transfixed made you unable to look away. His black eyes were mesmerizing and you felt yourself sinking into him, submitting to him more than you had all night. Something pure and certain swelled within you as Steve held you captive with his gaze while his cock plunged into your tight pussy over and over and over again. Based on the way he smiled, baring his sharp teeth, you were sure he felt it too.
“Say you’re mine,” Steve commanded, his voice as rough as the stone of the basement room where he’d been summoned. “Say my full name, say your soul belongs to me,” he urged, his black eyes churning with emotion.
His command was a siren’s call and somewhere deep in your brain you knew whatever this was, it wasn’t something you could use a safe word to get out of later. This was a real deal with the devil, but something told you the wicked strings would be worth it. When Steve thrust deep, his cock battering against a spot deep inside that made you let out a strangled scream and see stars, it only further convinced you.
“I’m yours, Steven Grant Rogers,” you said with conviction, the words feeling right as they formed on your lips. “You own me—my soul belongs to you.”
As soon as you’d said the words, you felt an unnatural warmth unfurl slowly around your heart, warming your chest and making you gasp. It didn’t feel like you were giving up a part of yourself, but like you were gaining something, a part of Steve that surrounded your heart like a blanket of protection. The warmth spread all throughout your body, an awareness of sorts, and you moaned at the pleasurable feeling.
“Fuck, yes,” Steve ground out, fucking you harder—harder than a human ever possibly could—your pleasure reflected in the black pools of his eyes. “Can you feel it sweetheart? Can you feel what it’s like to be mine?”
“Feels so good,” you whimpered, tears streaking down your face at the near-overwhelming sensation of feeling Steve possess you inside and out. “Daddy, daddy, need you,” you mumbled, hands and ankles pushing against your restraints as you felt a soul-deep need to be closer to Steve.
“I know exactly what you need, sweetheart, don’t worry,” Steve murmured, kissing your cheek as he snapped his fingers. The ropes disappeared from your wrists and ankles and you wasted no time, wrapping your arms around Steve’s neck and your legs around his waist. You clutched him close in the cradle of your body, crying a little more at the pain of your limbs being able to finally move.
Steve soothed his hands over your shoulders and hips, lessening the pain. Then he wrapped his arms around your back, digging into the bed to hold you close. Your bodies writhed together, the heat of him in your soul as much of a pleasure as his cock pounding into your cunt. He fucked you hard, his hips shoving his cock so deep he made every thrust hurt just a little bit, exactly like you’d begged. It was too good, you felt your orgasm building and building out of control.
“Fuck, sweetheart, your pussy feels too good,” Steve growled, his face pressed against your neck. "I’m gonna come,” he warned as he rutted into you harder, his cock throbbing in your pussy. You moaned and writhed against him, knees climbing his sides so he could fuck you deep. Steve leaned up and stared down at you, his gaze caressing your sweaty face affectionately. “Want me to fill you up? Want me to come deep inside this pretty little cunt?” he asked, a grin quirking the edges of his mouth.
Breathing harshly, you nodded, chanting, “Yes, yes, yes,” even though you were almost too mindless to answer with words.
Steve chuckled lowly, the sound a little strained. “So fucking perfect, sweetheart,” he murmured, capturing your lips in another kiss before speaking against your mouth. “Gonna keep you tied up in my bed so I can fuck you full of come anytime I want—does my filthy cockslut like that idea?”
“Yes, daddy,” you cried out, arching your back and whimpering at the feel of his cock swelling as he pumped deep into your pussy, stretching you until you thought he was going to split you in half. “Wanna be filled with your cock and come always—forever!”
“That’s right, that’s my good girl,” Steve praised, his hips working in an unnatural rhythm as he pounded you harder and faster. “Come on my cock, sweetheart, come all over daddy’s cock like a good little cockslut,” he urged in his deep rumbly voice, his huffing breaths warm against your skin.
When Steve shoved his cock deep in your pussy, his hips grinding into you so your clit rubbed against him, the wave of your release surged up and suddenly crashed over you. You came with a scream. Your whole body clenched tight, your arms and legs locking around the demon’s body as your pussy clamped down on Steve’s thick cock, your hips bucking wildly as you rode out your release. As your scream died out, it was replaced by the demon’s roar.
Your clutching pussy was too much for Steve, who thrust messily into your cunt a few more times before he pressed as deep as he could go and spilled himself in your pussy. He groaned loudly next to your ear as his cock twitched and you felt his seed spurt inside you, coating your insides. The sound and feel of him was so primal it sent another spasm of pleasure through your core, making you moan softly as your both floated in the wake of your releases.
For a moment, Steve let his weight settle over you. It was a delicious feeling, having the demon’s heavy bulk crushing you into the bed and you held on tight with your arms and legs to stop him from moving away too soon. Only when he felt you struggling to pull in a full breath did he roll over, taking you with him, his cock still buried in your thoroughly used pussy.
Your face settled into the crook of his neck and he smoothed his rough palms over your back as you both caught your breath, your heart rate returning to something like normal. After a few minutes, you realized the new, unnatural warmth in your chest was still there, still wrapped around your heart.
“I can feel you,” you murmured, one of your hands pressing to your chest where you could feel your heart beat, the warmth you knew to be Steve pulsing right along with it. A soft smile settled on your lips.
Steve gripped your wrist and turned your hand until it lay over his own heart, pressing your palm flat to the center of his pecs so you could feel it beating. “I can feel you, too,” he said, and you could hear the smile in his voice. Leaving your hand on his chest, he tilted your face up to his and you got a glimpse of that sweet smile on the demon’s angelic-looking features before he pressed a kiss to your lips. It was a slow, soft kiss, one that felt like the promise of all the years spread out before you both, years you’d spend together.
When you pulled away, you looked up into your demon’s eyes. They were a calm ocean at midnight, with the moon glinting off the crests of the waves, glittering a bright, beautiful blue on the surface of their dark depths. And they were filled, practically overflowing with love and affection. It solidified your certainty that you’d made the right choice. But you did have one question.
“Does that mean you’re mine, too?” you asked, the curiosity plain in your voice as a smile tugged on the edges of your mouth.
“You own me just as surely as I own you, sweetheart,” Steve promised, ducking down and kissing either side of your mouth before slanting his lips to yours for a proper kiss.
The demon’s kiss tasted like love and eternity, the pulse of him beating in your heart and thrumming through your veins. You let yourself be possessed by the creature summoned from the depths of hell, pressing your palm against his chest so you could feel where his heart beat for you. If the strings tied to this particular deal with a demon meant you’d be loved and cherished forever, you couldn’t bring yourself to regret giving yourself to Steven Grant Rogers.